Cannibal Dreams by Hadena James

Author:Hadena James
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: serial killer, missouri, columbia, cannibalism, jaguars, aislinn cain, voraphilia, killers point of view, serial killer horror
Publisher: Hadena James

Nineteen

Twenty-nine file folders were spread out on the spare bed in my hotel room. Twenty-nine folders that held significance to my father, but I didn’t understand why, yet. Each had a notation somewhere within the folder. The abbreviation for August. However, only one of them had disappeared during that month and it wasn’t the first missing persons’ case.

August had been the month my brother had been born. My niece, Cassie, had an August birthday, but Cassie. I stopped. I couldn’t remember whether Cassie was born before or after my father died. Honestly, I couldn’t remember the exact month my father had died. My brother had climbed a tower a few years after his death, but a few years, could mean that Elle was pregnant with Cassie when my father died.

The trial had been long and drawn out. They’d filed multiple motions to change the venue because Boone County didn’t have a proper jury pool. A crack addict killing a pair of cops with an AK-47 after killing two women, one of whom he had beaten to death, had been major news. After the venue was changed to Greene County, there was a fiasco with mental competency. He’d seen doctor after doctor after doctor. He’d been declared incapacitated, then fit, then incapacitated again, finally, a specialist had signed forms saying that being high wasn’t enough to impair his judgment and make him think that killing was socially acceptable. After a year and a half, a mistrial was declared and another one set. A year after that, the bastard had walked on a technicality. Something about evidence tampering, I never got the full story. Two days later, my brother had climbed to the top of a building outside the Greene County jail and began picking off prisoners.

Now that trial had been quick. Six weeks to send my brother to the Fortress, two and a half years to let a cop killer go free. The world didn’t make much sense.

I tried to remember how old I was when my father had been shot. I couldn’t pinpoint an exact date, meaning I wasn’t sure how old I was. I called Malachi.

“What’s up?” His voice was gruff, I had interrupted something, again.

“How old was I when my dad died?” I asked.

“Thirteen,” Malachi answered and hung up. Thirteen explained why I felt I had immediately gone to college after it had all ended. I texted a “thank you” to Malachi.

So, I had been thirteen when my father had died. Cassie was fourteen years younger than me or maybe she was only thirteen years younger than me. I thought about last summer, I had thought she was fourteen, I had been twenty-eight. However, time wasn’t exactly my friend. If people didn’t tell me how old I was, I would forget. She hadn’t been driving a car, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t old enough to drive a car. I hadn’t gotten my license at sixteen, I’d just started college and there were enough changes going on in my life without worrying about driving.

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